We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination.

Today we’re thrilled to welcome Daryl Devoré, here to celebrate her first release at Extasy Books!

Only read this book if you like humour and heat mixed with suspense!

Daryl Devoré’s What Happens in Bangkok

Friday January 27th was a monumental day. It possibly should have been a holiday. Why? My latest erotic romance – What Happens in Bangkok – was finally released.
Finally???
This is what this poor book went through just to get to see the light of day.
I hadn’t planned on writing a book. I was going down to visit my daughter – a very long drive from Ontario, Canada to North Carolina. Inspiration smacked me in the back of the head; I grabbed my laptop and wrote 3 chapters.
Couldn’t think of a title – nicknamed it Book With No Name.
In the following weeks, writing the chapters just flew by – then I hit a wall. A really big brick wall. Ouch! Not literally hit – figuratively hit. I couldn’t write the next chapter. My mine was a total blank – like I’d used up all my words.
I put the book away. Two more books got written and published. Trying to break the block, I’d edit the first chapters of the poor book with no name, but no inspiration would come.
One day in yoga class (how much I love yoga is a total other blog post), sitting quietly, meditating, and bam – it hit me. The whole problem laid itself out. I had too much for the one book. Solution – write a sequel.
Once that had been sorted out the rest of the book surged out of my fingertips. Yes, you can have a visual of words leaping from my fingertips – lol.
But no title came to mind. Finally put it out my writer’s group, and a fabulous title was suggested. Love you, Jenna J
Sent book to my fabulous – FABULOUS – cps and beta – did their suggestions and emailed it off to my publisher. Not a good time for him. His reply was underwhelming.
That threw me for a loop because I know this book is good. It’s the best thing I’ve written. (Hello, Steven Spielberg. Are you reading this? Call me!)
Chatted with a friend from a writer’s group and she gave me some wise and valuable advice which I followed. I pulled the book from that publisher and went in search of an agent. I picked 5. Eventually, after a full year, I got rejected by all 5. Sad face.
Again I say – I know this book is good. Those agents just weren’t the right match. Decided to try a publisher. Chose 2. My first choice was based on authors this publisher had in their list. A couple I knew and one I knew of. This is the absolute truth – I looked at the author list and said – If they publish Adriana Kraft then they’re my first choice.
So I took a big breath and submitted. Luck finally struck. They accepted it.
Changing publishers means things are done the same way as I was used to. I have 6 previously published books, but I was making newbie mistakes all over the place. They were sweet and kept telling me it was okay. I’d get the hang of their system.
Down to the last moment- the proofreading. Proofreader gets sick and ends up in the hospital! Release date is delayed. (And I’m still freaking that maybe it was my book that made her sick?!?!?!?)
But January 27th rolled around and it was released. So I am super happy and very proud to introduce – What Happens in Bangkok.

EXCERPT

Erik leaned on the balcony railing and stared down at the crowd of patrons partying in her club. They were laughing, and buying over-priced and watered-down booze, just the way it was supposed to be. The strobe lights bounced off the glitter and tinsel, adding blinding sparkles to the atmosphere. Overhead, four massive disco balls turned, spitting out flashes of light, randomly illuminating either patrons or the leopard print wallpapered walls. And best of all, Bangkok was a half a world away from home, which couldn’t be more perfect.

She’d made it through her second year. She hadn’t expected to jump straight into an owner/managerial position, but the opening was there and she grabbed it. The learning curve had been steep at first, although she now felt like she had her feet on the floor and her head squarely on her shoulders. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was good. She took a deep breath and enjoyed a sense of calmness.

“Hey, Boss Lady.”

She shifted to look at Sebastian, her stage manager. His chest muscles bulged under his white t-shirt, the rips in his jeans hinted at strong thighs, and the ever present headset rested on his scruffy brown hair. He sat on one hip and flipped a hand to point behind him. “It’s just cray cray back there. Shangri-Lay’s havin’ a hissy fit.”

Stifling the urge to pound her forehead on the brass railing, Erik asked, “What’s the little diva’s issue this time?”

“Well, she’s screamin’ somethin’ ’bout Ra-chell took her pink scarf and the new eye shadow that matches it. Ra-chell says she didn’t. She bought ’em this afternoon when she was out shoppin’. You know Ra-chell ‘n shoppin’. She gets a paycheck and it’s gone. But no way Shangri-Lay’s gonna believe her. She’s threatenin’ to rip out her hair extensions.”

Erik placed her palms on the cool railing and pushed upright. “Lead on.”

She followed the harassed stage manager through the club, the pounding bass drowning out anything more he might have said to her. In the evening gown laden, makeup strewn topsy-turviness of the dressing room chaos ruled. Two partially dressed people rolled on the floor, entangled in each other’s arms and legs, with fingers gripping hair and voices screeching. The other performers stood by and watched, cheering their favorite.

Erik grabbed a nearby glass, tossed the contents in the sink and filled it with cold water. She pushed her way through the crowd and flung the contents on the fighters.

“Ah! My makeup.”

“You bitch!”

“Excuse me?” Erik lifted an eyebrow.

BLURB

To save Darien’s life his brother asks, “Can you walk in high heels?”

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo. Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he’s running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he’s hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?

TEASER

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Daryl Devoré (@darydevore) lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

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